Relax Stories Novels & Stories

Eventually, Dominic turned, breaking the gaze, and left the room. As the door clicked shut, Valerie looked at the empty chair across from her and smiled to herself. What she wanted to celebrate was her freedom—learning to love herself, independent of anyone else. No one else needed to be a part of it. After finishing her meal, she cleaned up the kitchen, gathered the last bit of trash, and took it downstairs to throw it out. She then pulled out her suitcase from the cabinet and left the apartment. She flagged down a cab and headed to the tattoo shop—the same one she had visited years ago.

Alas, his shaking body exposed the torrent of emotions rushing through him. All of a sudden, he recalled having once read in a book that the body scent of the merpeople could ease the symptoms of someone who had compulsive sexual disorder. At the time, he didn't believe merpeople existed and thought it was just a fairy tale. Thinking about it now, he realized that whenever he was with Sylvie, that unique body scent of hers would always make his breath hitch. Just then, his phone started ringing. Nick Henderson, Connor's assistant, exclaimed over the phone, "Something terrible has happened, Mr. Shaw! Quick! Check the latest headlines!"

I had a dream while I was sleeping that night. I dreamed of a young girl starting a list of times she was being overlooked in a brand new journal. She wrote down the number "1" on the first page. As she wrote it down, she muttered, "Once this reaches the 99th time, I won't want Mom, Dad, Jeff, and Annie anymore." After that, the girl stared at the number "1" in contemplation, hesitated before changing it to "0.5" eventually. The entries read, "Mom and Dad came back from their business trip and bought me and Annie new clothes, but they got my size wrong. It was too small. My arms and legs were sticking out, and all my classmates laughed at me. I felt so sad."

I sat on the bench as I opened the book entitled The happiness trap by Russ Harris. Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, happiness remains elusive. We seek to find it and hold onto it, but so often this in itself leads to worry and discontent. Based on the revolutionary approach of Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT), The Happiness Trap provides a path to escape this vicious cycle.

“I don’t do the typical cross-legged, flowing pants, humming-ohm stuff. But I occasionally use relaxation exercises. My therapist taught me how. It’s helped me through some of my worst moments.” “Oh damn. I’m such an ass, I’m sorry.” “Give it a go; it won’t get all weird and Zen-y. Grab a throw pillow.” Slater stared at her before hunkering down and getting comfortable. “Close your eyes and still your body.” “What if I have an itch?” Abby rolled her eyes. “Then scratch it.” Slater scratched his family jewels causing Abby to giggle. “Let me know when you’re done.” Another couple of seconds and Slater settled himself. “I’m good.”

That was how she ended up with chronic health issues. She worked all year round and never allowed herself a single day off. Layla suddenly asked my mother, “What about your husband? Can’t he even take one day off for your child on Children’s Day?” My mother smiled bitterly. Layla seemed to understand and tried to comfort her, “Honestly, they’re all the same. While I was abroad for a while, my husband found someone else, too. “But the funny thing is, he pretended to be poor the whole time. He was terrified that the woman would only want him for his money.

"You're gonna tear my ass out, Kade! Please... fuck me slow!" I was face-down on my own mattress, the familiar sheets bunched in my white-knuckled grip. I had been lying there just moments ago, headphones on, trying to drown out the world. I was actually doing it..I was making a plan to end this. I was thinking about Parish, about her sweet smile and how she’d look at me if she ever found out I was a parasite in her marriage. I was going to tell him no more.

“I’m unlucky when it comes to finding love.” “I’m sure it will come by.” Frank replied, pressing his hand on mine. “I don't want to be as old as you when I find love.” Xavier sighed, teasing Frank who laughed it off. “Welll that isn't a bad idea.” Frank shrugged, "That aside, my beautiful fiance here is a retired coach.” Shut it! Why bring that up now? “Is that so?” Xavier turned to me with a surprised expression on his face. “Yeah.” I nod, trying hard not to spare him a glance. “And I don't plan on-”

PEARL The hallways of the humanities building were thick with the restless energy of students just waiting for their weekend to start. I sat on one of the hard wooden benches, my folder clutched so tightly to my chest that the edges were starting to curl. Bridget was perched next to me, scrolling through her phone, but I couldn't focus on anything. My eyes kept darting to the printed spreadsheet taped to the notice board across the hall.

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